Leighton made it three days without telling him.
Three days of sneaking into his room at night. Of letting him kiss her and touch her and make her forget she was leaving. Of pretending this could last.
Monday, she accepted the job offer. Signed the paperwork. Sent it back.
Tuesday, she started looking at apartments in the new city. Small studios she could actually afford on her new salary.
Wednesday, Noah found the offer letter.
She'd left it on her desk. Stupid. Careless. She'd been in the shower when he came looking for her.
When she came back to her room, wrapped in a towel, he was sitting on her bed. The letter in his hands.
"Noah. What are you doing in here?"
He held up the paper. "Catalyst Creative. Senior Brand Designer. Congratulations."
Her stomach dropped. "I can explain
